The ideal site for my latest masterpiece will be:
Isolated yet scenic
Rugged, aged, craggy, but pure, and full of primal longing.
Sheltered from the day to day monotony of who we’re expected to be.
Accessible only by skiffs, or sculls, rowed skillfully, by young and handsome men.
Covered in a thick layer of moss and denial.
Visited annually, with the knowledge of our wives, who assume we’re fishing.
On this site, on the deck of my masterpiece, I will stand alone holding a single malt scotch, and, I (& my work) will be windswept.
I can’t quit this site.
photos are from vanholy’s photostream on Flickr (used under creative commons license)